Their reaction involves first freezing in place with eyes transfixed on the encroaching threat (that's me). Then, after I pass some invisible and arbitrary threshold, they collectively take off running into their paddock until they've put a satisfactory distance between us.

Cars do not seem to bother them, and despite my best bleating, I cannot seem to draw them back to me.

However (and I say this with some hesitation), today did mark my third day in a row without getting a flat.

It would seem that the new tire I bought in Adelaide was an excellent investment. Not having to deal with punctures once, twice, or thrice a day has meant fewer frustrations, more miles, and less riding after dark.

It would be legitimately horrible to have to change a tire with all these flies around.

And on that note, my knee has been giving me a lot fewer problems (but this knee brace is giving me a wicked tan line).